Текст (слова) песни: Mark Chesnutt - This Side Of The Door
Door knob in one hand Suitcase in the other And I don`t love you rollin` off her tongue Words ripped right through me Tore a hole in my heart Could`ve hurt me a lot less with a gun She nearly knocked the wall down, slammin` that ol` door Now the silence is more deadly than the violence of the storm
I`ve seen a coyote howlin` Cryin` for his mate I`ve made a home with hobos In the boxcar of a train I`ve heard that famous whippoorwill And felt the north wind blow But there ain`t nothin` quite as lonesome As this side of the door This side of the door
Me and ol` Jack Daniels Been in this chair for days And we `bout rocked a hole in this old floor Got a pocket full of bullets A hair trigger .38 I`m gonna put some daylight through that door I will burn this house down, before I go insane Use that rockin` chair for kindling, watch that door go up in flames
I`ve seen a coyote howlin` Cryin` for his mate I`ve made a home with hobos In the boxcar of a train I`ve heard that famous whippoorwill And felt the north wind blow But there ain`t nothin` quite as lonesome As this side of the door I`ve heard that famous whippoorwill And felt the north wind blow But there ain`t nothin` quite as lonesome As this side of the door This side of the door
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